Where are you now? Do you ever think of me In the quiet, in the crowd? But where are you now? It came to the end it seems you had heard. As we walked the city streets, You never said a word. When we finally sat down Your eyes were full of spite.

I want to know if you'll be my girl Hey, hey hey baby! When you turned and walked away Thats when I want to say C'mon baby, give me a whirl When I saw you walking down the street I said that's a kind of girl I'd like to meet She's so pretty, Lord she's

That's my baby That's my diamond in the rough But I can make him shine with my sweet love See that boy walking down the street Thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap Bet you'd like to meet a boy like that He's a

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Pretty woman, walking down the street! Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet! Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you must be true No one can look as good as youuu Pretty woman, won't you pardon me?? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman.

Another one bites the dust Out of the doorway the bullets rip And another one gone, and another one gone Hey, I'm gonna get you, too To the sound of the beat Bite the dust Oh, let's go Steve walks warily down the street

Moving, watching, working, sleeping, driving, walking, talking, smiling P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y People in the city On the sidewalk (People in the city) Near the street lamp (People in the city) At the bus stop (People in the city) Down the station (People in

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the

When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh I walk the way I want to walk I talk the way I want to talk Meet me out in the street Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street, girl Oh